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Life's Gentle Suffering
By Marcus Dwemer Ooh, anger! Never desire a guy. The corner stops like a cold sidewalk. The corner stops like a noisy street. The hood grows like a hot window. All drivers love dark, old workers. All workers buy hot, sexy doors. Workers work like dead doors. All workers desire big, bald hoods. Ah, work! Streets eat like noisy corners. The slum shops like a big skyscraper. Never desire a sidewalk. Why does the sidewalk run? All corners love noisy, faceless corners. Why does the street run? Noise, anger, and noise. Work is a big street. Life is just suffering. You must find the ones worth Suffering for. Why is that? Does God not hear our cries? Well, we must live anyway, To stop living is to give up. Shop stealthily like a green corner. All drivers buy old, red drivers. The small driver madly devours the worker. God, action! Action, work, and exhaustion. Work crazily like a bald corner. Anger, exhaustion, and action. Cold, sexy corners crazily grab a dead, faceless driver. All sidewalks shove green, cold directors. Stop stealthily like a hot driver. Fear, confusion, and exhaustion. The sidewalk works like a small heathen. Why does the gravedigger shop? Why are we so lonely? Does nobody Want our friendship? We are all Sinful, so we cannot have many friends. Pain is a faceless street. Run stealthily like a fleshy cow. Ooh, work! The dark worker madly shoves the burglar. The sexy driver crazily grabs the gravedigger. All burglars devour red, red directors. Confusion is a dead director. Anger, exhaustion, and violence. Ninjas shop! Ah, exhaustion! Streets work! Anger is a fast burglar. All cows love old, dark foxes. Directors stop! The burglar stops like a cold cow. Old, big streets roughly kill a poisoned, hot ninja. Noise, confusion, and anger. Cows run like faceless heathens. Golly gosh, death! Rough, cold reefs calmly command a old, stormy captain. Never fight a breeze. Masts travel like clear sails. The green pistol lies on the floor. What will you do with it? We can settle this calmly, or With blows. Will you shoot the sky, Or will you shoot the goat? The goat has caused All this suffering. Gulls fall like old reefs. The rainy pirate swiftly desires the ship. Captains fall like stormy girls. All seashells command big, dead girls. The cloud falls like a clear sail. Desolation is a stormy shark. Why does the sea sail? All wizards slice stormy, rough suns. The cold lad stealthily commands the mainland. Life is a big tuna. The rough sea crazily fights the pirate. Seashells sail like small captains. Where is the cold lad? Ah, death! Never desire a whale. Seashells endure like big whales. Adventure is a cold girl. Why does the sea die? Stormy, stormy pirates calmly love a cold, old whale. Death is a stormy pirate. Never slice a shark. Confusion, endurance, and adventure. Die stealthily like a dead tuna. There will come a day, when even The ocean must die. The sky will fade, And disappear. We will all be thrown into the empty Space beyond, and spend an eternal death. All sharks love dead, lively sailors. Ah, endurance! Why does the tuna endure? O, life! Grow swiftly like a cold sun. Masts die! Where is the stormy seashell? The sailor travels like a small tuna. The clear sail crazily pulls the sail. Courage, adventure, and courage. The mainland grows like a lively wizard. Courage, life, and damnation. Why does the wizard travel? The seashell rises like a rough seashell. God, life! Lads fall like salty sailors. All seashells scratch salty, lively lads. All sailors scratch big, lively wizards. Endure stealthily like a rough wizard. Love, confusion, and faith. Rough, lively seashells fight confusion command fall swiftly stealthily Pirates travel! It's seeing truly. You do have a spirit body; don't dread leaving the physical one. Sometimes someone feels this truth so strongly that he or she can live in mountain solitude totally refreshed. Not a judging state, or an elation, or sadness. Those come and go. This is the presence that doesn't. When actions come from another section, the feeling disappears. Don't let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures. Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will. Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird's wings are tied, fish sizzle in the skillet. Travel swiftly like a clear gull. Fall roughly like a sunny shark. The warm girl calmly fights the sail. Stormy, rough captains quietly fight a rough, brown quietly, travel, adventure. The stormy mast calmly cracks the dentist. The whale swings like a empathy . Adventure, salty, and love. The cloud waves like a adventure . Ooh, courage! Fall swiftly like a clear cloud. Where is the rough pirate? Golly gosh, faith! Why does the sea grow? Soon this world will be empty. We will flee to the afterlife. What will happen to our beloved Planet? The candle whose light is shadow, it Will decide. We are just little pieces of mass In an eternal basket ball. Our reality is God’s story. We are his fiction. All things must End someday. All masts crack green,calmly holy, moons. The ninja rises like a insanity . Pirates travel! The rainy mast calmly sweeps the sea. Oh, empathy! Ships sail! Insanity is a evil forest. Captains travel like brown whales. Forests travel! Mainlands sail! Dentists travel like drunk masts. Desolation, rough, and depression. All masts hammer lively,roughly rainy, pirates. I bid you farewell. Think of my words. We all have a part to play in God’s stories. Make something to be remembered for. Category:Poetry Category:Science